When Dongfang Ruoli said the word ‘vixen’, she glanced at Jun Xiqing, as though she seemed to be insinuating something.
Hearing the offensive word, Jun Xiqing’s lashes fluttered, the shade of red and her shifty gaze instantly disappeared. She gave Dongfang Ruoli an indifferent gaze.
Dongfang Ruoli was alluring, wearing a beautiful dress. She took a handkerchief out, wiping away the lipstick mark on Lu Yeming’s collar and she let out a laugh. “Your Highness, I was merely joking. If any vixen tries to seduce you and you like her too, feel free to let me know. I’ll have the palace maids prepare for a conferment ceremony and you can take her as your consort. We can serve you together.”
Not wanting to listen to Dongfang Ruoli anymore, Jun Xiqing broke her off. “Empress Dongfang.”
“Oh, it’s Her Highness. Hello, it’s been long,” Dongfang Ruoli replied gracefully.
Jun Xiqing straightened her back, letting the train of her dress glide along the ground. “Empress Dongfang, I accidentally stained President Lu’s shirt. I’ll get someone to send a new shirt over to President Lu.”
“It’s okay.” Dongfang Ruoli held Lu Yeming’s muscular arm tightly.
“Qingqing.” Tang Mo’er came back.
Seeing Tang Mo’er, Dongfang Ruoli’s eyes lit up. She knew that Tang Mo’er took up an important spot in Lu Yeming’s heart and so she held down the arrogance she had just displayed, greeting Tang Mo’er politely. “Sister Mo’er.”
Tang Mo’er walked over to Jun Xiqing, holding her hand before she glanced at Dongfang Ruoli. “Why don’t I remember having a younger sister like you? You should just call me Mrs Gu next time.”
All the color drained from Dongfang Ruoli’s face, she felt as though Tang Mo’er had just given her one tight slap across her face.
“Qingqing, Mr Gu introduced a few friends to me just now. Let me introduce you to them too.”
Tang Mo’er then glanced at Lu Yeming. “Mr Gu’s friends are all eligible bachelors. You’re so gorgeous tonight, I’m sure they won’t have any choice but to fall for you.”
Hearing Tang Mo’er’s words, Lu Yeming’s eyes darkened.
“Qingqing, let’s go.”
With that, Tang Mo’er took Jun Xiqing with her and left.
…
Lu Yeming watched as they left together. Dongfang Ruoli suddenly said, “Your Highness, does Sister Mo’er dislike me?”
Retracting his gaze, Lu Yeming withdrew his arm from Dongfang Ruoli. “Since you know that my sister dislikes you, stop appearing in front of her deliberately.”
“…”
Dongfang Ruoli looked at Lu Yeming in astonishment, he actually said that to her?
“Your Highness, what about President Jun? Do you still like her–”
Before Dongfang Ruoli could even finish her words, Lu Yeming shot a baleful glare in her direction.
Dongfang Ruoli was stunned. “I’m sorry.”
The poker face returned and his voice was cold and unfeeling. “I want you to remember your identity. Stop provoking her.”
Her?
Who was that ‘her’?
Dark, raging jealousy consumed Dongfang Ruoli at his words. That ‘her’ he referred to was Jun Xiqing!
With the reminder of the text message he sent Jun Xiqing before they got married, just those three words – I miss you…
She was mad with jealousy.
For him to say ‘I miss you’, any woman would fluster and fall for him.
He wanted her to remember her identity?
What identity?
Empress of Country A?
Yes, they had gotten married three years ago, everything went just as Monk Xuanyi had predicted. She had managed to be by his side, becoming his Empress and gaining great power.
However…
He hadn’t registered his marriage with her yet!
They didn’t even have a marriage certificate!
Even now, she wasn’t his legal wife yet.
In fact, now that she thought about it, Monk Xuanyi would always make half-true predictions.
Lu Yeming’s eyes scanned around the place. “Where’s Liuchuan?”
Dongfang Ruoli’s heart thumped. “Liuchuan came with me, where did he go? Oh my god, is he going to go around and cause trouble again?
Bei Yuewu’s father had already passed away, leaving a young son behind and that was Liuchuan.
Liuchuan was Bei Yuewu’s biological younger brother.
Although Liuchuan was three years younger than Lu Yeming, Lu Yeming was his nephew and had to address him as ‘Uncle’.
Liuchuan was a mischievous child since young as his parents weren’t around to discipline him. Even till now, he still continued going around causing trouble but he had a strong background to back him up.
When Murong Jiancheng was in power, Liuchuan’s father was Uncle of the ruler and now that Lu Yeming was in power, Liuchuan had become the Uncle of the ruler.
…
Tang Mo’er took Jun Xiqing around to meet more people, but Ping Ping came to look for her as she had some news to report to her.
The two walked over to a secluded corner and Ping Ping reported the news to her. Jun Xiqing nodded as she listened. “Alright. Ping Ping, you may leave first.”
“Understood, Your Highness.” Ping Ping left her.
Jun Xiqing wanted to go back and look for Tang Mo’er but someone stood in front of her, blocking her path. “Hey beauty, where are you from? You’re really pretty. I don’t have anyone to accompany me tonight and I don’t have anyone to dance with me, why don’t you come with me?”
Liuchuan was the same age as Jun Xiqing, they were both 23 and he was undeniably handsome.
“Excuse me, I don’t have any time for you.” Jun Xiqing directly left.
It was Liuchuan’s first time meeting such a beautiful girl with a straightforward and unique personality. He blocked in front of Jun Xiqing again. “Did I say you can leave? You smell really good, let me kiss you.”
Liuchuan hugged Jun Xiqing forcibly, trying to kiss her.
Jun Xiqing hadn’t expected herself to meet a thug at Sister Mo’er’s party. The lighting was dim and no one could see them. When Liuchuan hugged her, she instantly squirmed and resisted. “Don’t touch me!”
She lifted her leg, kicking Liuchuan’s thigh with the sharp tip of her heel.
“Ah!” Liuchuan yelped. “You’re ruthless!”
Right after he yelled at her, a large hand appeared, clutching Liuchuan’s collar from the back and Liuchuan was like a helpless chick, not even able to touch the ground with his feet.
He waved his arms around in the air. “Nephew Yeming, it’s you again right? You’re embarrassing me now! Your uncle is flirting now, shouldn’t you at least leave me some dignity!”
Lu Yeming loosened his grip and Liuchuan instantly fell onto the ground, almost tripping.
A few steps away, Jun Xiqing tidied her appearance. This dress was too sexy and when Liuchuan pulled on it earlier on, her chest was revealed.
Thankfully, the lighting was dim and no one saw anything.
She bent over, tidying the ends of her dress.
She suddenly heard a familiar voice. “Are you alright?”
She could already tell it was Lu Yeming. Why did something bad always happen whenever he appeared? Jun Xiqing wasn’t happy when she replied, “I’m fine.”
“F*ck, Nephew Yeming, why do you keep staring at her chest?”
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When Dongfang Ruoli said the word ‘vixen’, she glanced at Jun Xiqing, as though she seemed to be insinuating something.
Hearing the offensive word, Jun Xiqing’s lashes fluttered, the shade of red and her shifty gaze instantly disappeared. She gave Dongfang Ruoli an indifferent gaze.
Dongfang Ruoli was alluring, wearing a beautiful dress. She took a handkerchief out, wiping away the lipstick mark on Lu Yeming’s collar and she let out a laugh. “Your Highness, I was merely joking. If any vixen tries to seduce you and you like her too, feel free to let me know. I’ll have the palace maids prepare for a conferment ceremony and you can take her as your consort. We can serve you together.”
Not wanting to listen to Dongfang Ruoli anymore, Jun Xiqing broke her off. “Empress Dongfang.”
“Oh, it’s Her Highness. Hello, it’s been long,” Dongfang Ruoli replied gracefully.
Jun Xiqing straightened her back, letting the train of her dress glide along the ground. “Empress Dongfang, I accidentally stained President Lu’s shirt. I’ll get someone to send a new shirt over to President Lu.”
“It’s okay.” Dongfang Ruoli held Lu Yeming’s muscular arm tightly.
“Qingqing.” Tang Mo’er came back.
Seeing Tang Mo’er, Dongfang Ruoli’s eyes lit up. She knew that Tang Mo’er took up an important spot in Lu Yeming’s heart and so she held down the arrogance she had just displayed, greeting Tang Mo’er politely. “Sister Mo’er.”
Tang Mo’er walked over to Jun Xiqing, holding her hand before she glanced at Dongfang Ruoli. “Why don’t I remember having a younger sister like you? You should just call me Mrs Gu next time.”
All the color drained from Dongfang Ruoli’s face, she felt as though Tang Mo’er had just given her one tight slap across her face.
“Qingqing, Mr Gu introduced a few friends to me just now. Let me introduce you to them too.”
Tang Mo’er then glanced at Lu Yeming. “Mr Gu’s friends are all eligible bachelors. You’re so gorgeous tonight, I’m sure they won’t have any choice but to fall for you.”
Hearing Tang Mo’er’s words, Lu Yeming’s eyes darkened.
“Qingqing, let’s go.”
With that, Tang Mo’er took Jun Xiqing with her and left.
…
Lu Yeming watched as they left together. Dongfang Ruoli suddenly said, “Your Highness, does Sister Mo’er dislike me?”
Retracting his gaze, Lu Yeming withdrew his arm from Dongfang Ruoli. “Since you know that my sister dislikes you, stop appearing in front of her deliberately.”
“…”
Dongfang Ruoli looked at Lu Yeming in astonishment, he actually said that to her?
“Your Highness, what about President Jun? Do you still like her–”
Before Dongfang Ruoli could even finish her words, Lu Yeming shot a baleful glare in her direction.
Dongfang Ruoli was stunned. “I’m sorry.”
The poker face returned and his voice was cold and unfeeling. “I want you to remember your identity. Stop provoking her.”
Her?
Who was that ‘her’?
Dark, raging jealousy consumed Dongfang Ruoli at his words. That ‘her’ he referred to was Jun Xiqing!
With the reminder of the text message he sent Jun Xiqing before they got married, just those three words – I miss you…
She was mad with jealousy.
For him to say ‘I miss you’, any woman would fluster and fall for him.
He wanted her to remember her identity?
What identity?
Empress of Country A?
Yes, they had gotten married three years ago, everything went just as Monk Xuanyi had predicted. She had managed to be by his side, becoming his Empress and gaining great power.
However…
He hadn’t registered his marriage with her yet!
They didn’t even have a marriage certificate!
Even now, she wasn’t his legal wife yet.
In fact, now that she thought about it, Monk Xuanyi would always make half-true predictions.
Lu Yeming’s eyes scanned around the place. “Where’s Liuchuan?”
Dongfang Ruoli’s heart thumped. “Liuchuan came with me, where did he go? Oh my god, is he going to go around and cause trouble again?
Bei Yuewu’s father had already passed away, leaving a young son behind and that was Liuchuan.
Liuchuan was Bei Yuewu’s biological younger brother.
Although Liuchuan was three years younger than Lu Yeming, Lu Yeming was his nephew and had to address him as ‘Uncle’.
Liuchuan was a mischievous child since young as his parents weren’t around to discipline him. Even till now, he still continued going around causing trouble but he had a strong background to back him up.
When Murong Jiancheng was in power, Liuchuan’s father was Uncle of the ruler and now that Lu Yeming was in power, Liuchuan had become the Uncle of the ruler.
…
Tang Mo’er took Jun Xiqing around to meet more people, but Ping Ping came to look for her as she had some news to report to her.
The two walked over to a secluded corner and Ping Ping reported the news to her. Jun Xiqing nodded as she listened. “Alright. Ping Ping, you may leave first.”
“Understood, Your Highness.” Ping Ping left her.
Jun Xiqing wanted to go back and look for Tang Mo’er but someone stood in front of her, blocking her path. “Hey beauty, where are you from? You’re really pretty. I don’t have anyone to accompany me tonight and I don’t have anyone to dance with me, why don’t you come with me?”
Liuchuan was the same age as Jun Xiqing, they were both 23 and he was undeniably handsome.
“Excuse me, I don’t have any time for you.” Jun Xiqing directly left.
It was Liuchuan’s first time meeting such a beautiful girl with a straightforward and unique personality. He blocked in front of Jun Xiqing again. “Did I say you can leave? You smell really good, let me kiss you.”
Liuchuan hugged Jun Xiqing forcibly, trying to kiss her.
Jun Xiqing hadn’t expected herself to meet a thug at Sister Mo’er’s party. The lighting was dim and no one could see them. When Liuchuan hugged her, she instantly squirmed and resisted. “Don’t touch me!”
She lifted her leg, kicking Liuchuan’s thigh with the sharp tip of her heel.
“Ah!” Liuchuan yelped. “You’re ruthless!”
Right after he yelled at her, a large hand appeared, clutching Liuchuan’s collar from the back and Liuchuan was like a helpless chick, not even able to touch the ground with his feet.
He waved his arms around in the air. “Nephew Yeming, it’s you again right? You’re embarrassing me now! Your uncle is flirting now, shouldn’t you at least leave me some dignity!”
Lu Yeming loosened his grip and Liuchuan instantly fell onto the ground, almost tripping.
A few steps away, Jun Xiqing tidied her appearance. This dress was too sexy and when Liuchuan pulled on it earlier on, her chest was revealed.
Thankfully, the lighting was dim and no one saw anything.
She bent over, tidying the ends of her dress.
She suddenly heard a familiar voice. “Are you alright?”
She could already tell it was Lu Yeming. Why did something bad always happen whenever he appeared? Jun Xiqing wasn’t happy when she replied, “I’m fine.”
“F*ck, Nephew Yeming, why do you keep staring at her chest?”
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